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[angelfic]

— THE WAY I LOVED YOU

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: in which theodore nott will do anything to get you to go out with him, but you’re just as stubborn rejecting him

warnings: swearing, kissing, dangerous stunts and theo being stupid (ryan gosling in the notebook style), unedited since i wrote this in the middle of the night on no sleep again lol. enemies to lovers if you squint a bit

author’s note: since everyone loves theo i’ll pretend this isn’t just for my own selfish needs <3 (especially the notebook reference) also surprise surprise mc is a gryffindor as always, you’d never know i was a slytherin my bad guys… as always let me know what u think! enjoy, angels 💌

The first time Theodore Nott asks you out, you spill a pot of ink directly into his lap.

It’s not like you meant to do it. But when there’s a Transfiguration worksheet to be getting on with, the Slytherin boy seated next to you by Professor McGonagall asking you out would surely take anyone by surprise.

The second you twist in your seat to look at him in shock, your arm slides the pot right off the desk and directly onto his grey trousers, instantly staining them with the black liquid before you have a chance to speak.

Your hands fly to your mouth to stifle your gasp and you look up at him, anticipating an angry glare in return. Instead, he looks mildly surprised at the ever-growing stain on his crotch, but mostly… amused?

“A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, darling,” he says, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a smile.

You begin stuttering out an apology and scrambling for your wand to wave away the stain before you can do something stupid like attempting to rub it off with your sleeve. Your cheeks instantly heat up at the humiliating image now plaguing your mind and you barely contain a sigh of relief when you realise the lesson has finished.

It’s a miracle your shoes haven’t left scuff marks on the ground in a cartoonish trail with the speed at which you leave the classroom. Godric knows why Theo Nott of all people wants to ask you out, but since it can’t possibly be for any good reason, you’d rather not think about it too much. This, however, isn’t helped by Hermione pestering you about why you look so flustered for the entire walk to the Charms classroom.

Twenty minutes later, her attention is finally diverted. On the other hand, it’s because she’s berating you for accidentally burning the end of her left eyebrow off with a charm gone wrong.

The second time Theo asks you out, there are thankfully no ink pots around.

“Hey,” he whispers from behind you, making you jump within an inch of your life despite his low volume. You swivel in your chair to glare at him, incredulous. Seeing that he’s startled you, Theo grins. “Sorry. What are you doing?”

“Baking a cake,” you deadpan, once your heart has started beating at a normal pace again. Holding up your Potions book, you feel the annoyance start to seep in when Theo continues looking at you, undeterred. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Apparently unfazed by your sarcasm, he drags out the chair next to you and spins it around to sit on it backwards. Settling his arms on top of the backrest, Theo rests his chin on them to look at you. “You never did answer my question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, eyes scanning the page in front of you but taking in nothing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to study-”

“Are you going to make me ask you again?” he sighs. You panic a little at his bluntness and continue pretending to read, not knowing what else to do. Theo takes your silence as encouragement and shuffles his chair closer to your own. “Go out with me.”

The arrogance practically drips off his voice, and the pit of anxiety in your stomach immediately turns into irritation instead. “No,” you grit out, slamming your potions book shut to scowl at him. “And I don’t hear you asking anything.”

“Okay,” Theo says slowly, nodding as though he understands. It’s clear that he doesn’t though, because the next words out of his mouth have you stunned. “Please, oh please, will you do me the absolute greatest honour of going out with me?”

”Merlin,” you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. Dropping your hands into your lap, you see no solution other than gathering your things to return to the common room. “You’re having me on…”

“I can assure you, I’m not,” Theo says quickly, stopping you from leaving by gently grabbing your elbow. You stop in your movements to catch him looking more unsure than you’ve ever seen, and you’ve never been more perplexed. “I’m completely serious right now. Go out with me?”

“Wh- I don’t even-” you sigh, cutting your senseless muttering off to cross your arms over your textbook. “Whatever happened to a simple ‘no’ sufficing, darling? Aren’t there a million other girls for you to go and pester? Godric knows you’ve got an entourage following you half the- What are you looking at?”

Amazingly, Theo’s expression has lost all trace of vulnerability and now displays a slightly faraway look, his signature lazy grin in full effect. “Sorry, I didn’t hear a word after you called me ‘darling’.”

Resisting the urge to hit him over the head with your textbook, you take a deep breath and grasp the potential weapon tighter in your hands before speaking. “As hard as it is for me to believe that girls actually fall for this rubbish, your history with them shows that they do. Don’t think for a second, I’m going to let you use me like they do.”

Theo considers your words for a few seconds, mulling them over as carefully as though he’s trying to solve a brain teaser. Eventually, he seems to come to a satisfying conclusion, because he tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers and tilts his head. “So you need me to prove I’m serious about this… and then you’ll say yes?”

“Oh, for the love of-” Huffing, you turn on your heal without saying another word and storm out of the library. Theo doesn’t follow you, allowing you to clear your head and think about the incredibly odd interaction.

You’re climbing through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room when you realise you never actually refuted Theo and his theory to make you go out with him. Whether or not it was on purpose, you can’t quite decide.

Over the next few weeks, you start wishing you had stopped Theo before he could start trying to prove himself to you.

You can’t go a single day without the question of going out with him popping up. Much to your bewilderment, it isn’t always him asking. Sometimes it’s his friends, sometimes it’s students at the Gryffindor table who are sick of the multiple owls every morning flocking to your table with a note in their beaks. Sometimes it’s even your friends.

“I mean, really,” Hermione says at breakfast, huffy as always when reprimanding someone. “It’d be benefiting everyone if you just went out with him. Why don’t you, anyway?”

“He’s a Slytherin,” Ron butts in, talking to Hermione as though he’s explaining something to a child. He takes a gigantic bite of his toast before speaking, his next words coming out muffled. “Surely that’s reason enough.”

“No, that isn’t reason enough,” Hermione says sternly, furrowing her brows. “A good reason would have been all the girls he’s always with. Of course, that’s flown out the window recently. He’s also never given them as much attention now that I think about it.”

“He’s definitely not the worst of the group either,” Harry adds, leaning in as nosily as Ron. “Not like we’re talking about Malfoy…”

“Don’t you two have Quidditch tactics to be discussing?” you snap, exhausted by the subject already. The two boys hold up their hands in surrender, before shuffling down the bench. Whether that’s to be closer to the Quidditch team, or to get away from you before you start throwing hexes - you aren’t certain.

The fact you’re awake early in the morning on a Saturday isn’t helping your sour mood, and the Quidditch match being between Gryffindor and Slytherin only adds to this.

“We’d better go and get a good seat at the front, so we aren’t on our tiptoes for the whole game like last time,” Hermione says, already sliding off the bench. You give your cup of coffee one last longing look before you allow yourself to be dragged away.

You haven’t even made it onto the Quidditch pitch before you’re already wishing for that cup of coffee to give you strength, because you find none other than Theo standing outside the Great Hall in his green and silver Quidditch robes.

As soon as he spots you, Theo plasters on that charming smile of his and opens his mouth, no doubt to ask you if you could talk privately.

Hermione interjects before he gets the chance. “Don’t bother, I’m leaving.” She simply sighs when you look at her, betrayed. “He’d have convinced you anyway! I’ll save you a seat.”

You watch her leave, helplessly before turning to Theo and crossing your arms. “Yes?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he says simply, getting to the point. The proposition has, without a doubt, got something to do with you and him and a trip to Hogsmeade, but you gesture for him to continue nonetheless. You can’t deny it’s been entertaining watching Theo come up with new ways to ask you out these past few weeks. “I’ll throw the match and let your lot win if you go out with me.”

This startles a laugh out of you, something between a chortle and a gasp. “Oh, you cheeky bastard,” you exclaim, but you can’t help grinning. That was quite possibly the last thing you expected him to say. “First of all, I think my lot is perfectly capable of winning on their own. And secondly… as funny as it would be, I’d rather not have your death and Malfoy’s subsequent imprisonment in Azkaban be on my conscience.”

You only realise just how wide your smile is when it starts to fade under Theo’s unwavering gaze. His lips twitch up into a smile and you immediately frown as an automatic response. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re bantering with me,” Theo says, grinning as though he’s extremely pleased with himself. You realise with a jolt, that yes you were bantering. “One step closer to agreeing to go out with me.”

“That’s not happening,” you protest, but it sounds fairly weak, even to you. “Like I keep telling you, I’m not going to be one of those girls.”

Theo shrugs. “And I think you already know you’re not one of those girls. It’s fine, I can wait.”

The relaxed manner in which he says this has you flabbergasted to say the least. Truthfully, you aren’t completely sure why you haven’t just agreed at this point. No one in the whole school is used to witnessing such extravagant displays from Theodore Nott, so you’ve accepted the fact you’re an outlier in this particular subject area. You’re starting to think Hermione’s right, and it’s pure stubbornness that’s keeping you going.

“You’ll be waiting a long time then,” you say, giving Theo a bland smile.

“Nah,” is all he says, the smile still gracing his unperturbed face. “Keep an eye out for me in the Quidditch stands.”

Theo winks at you before walking away in the direction of the pitch and you linger in the castle for a good few minutes before snapping out of it and walking in the same direction.

You find Hermione quickly at the front of the Gryffindor stand and you’re about to ask how long until the game starts when Lee Jordan’s voice begins to boom from the commentator stand.

“Strong start for Gryffindor with Katie Bell taking the Quaffle and- nope, Vaisey’s taken it and passed it onto Urquhart, his fellow Chaser and the new Slytherin captain.” You’re thankful for Lee’s commentary as it’s easy to follow and you probably wouldn’t have a clue if it weren’t for him. Surprisingly, he keeps it professional enough for a while. “Ginny Weasley tries to take the Quaffle after a near hit there to Urquhart, thanks to new Gryffindor Beater Jimmy Peakes and that very solid Bludger over there. Unfortunately, he missed-”

“JORDAN.”

“Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I meant fortunately. Slytherin Chaser Mattheo Riddle now has the Quaffle and seems to be aiming to score and- oops! He’s missed, thanks to Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley. Good on you, Weasley,” Lee says, unable to be impartial as shown by McGonagall’s glare. “As for the Slytherin Keeper, Nott seems to be distracted by something in the Gryffindor stands. Or should I say someone.”

Laughter echoes in every stand, much to your utter humiliation and some people even start whooping and cheering in your direction. Theo’s antics are common knowledge at this point, but it doesn’t make the laughter any less embarrassing. You try and maintain a shred of dignity by standing still and glaring as hard as you can at Theo. Horrifyingly, he starts to fly in your direction.

Lee looks at McGonagall before speaking, but she merely shrugs helplessly, looking flustered herself. “Er, well it seems Slytherin are open for Gryffindor to score. No one seems to be taking advantage, however, as I think I can speak for everyone when I say we want to know what’s going on with Nott and Y/N.”

Glancing at the others, you realise Lee is right and all the players are hovering in place, making no move to continue the game. They look partly confused, but mostly nosy.

Theo stops just outside the Gryffindor stand, his attention focused wholly on you. You raise both eyebrows in question, waiting for him to speak. “Go out with me.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t quite hear what Nott is saying, but I think we can all guess he’s asking her out again,” Lee says, causing a few more cheers and even a couple groans. “Take the hint, mate.”

“Theo, get back to the game!” you hiss, wrapping your arms around you as if it’ll shield you from everyone’s eyes. “You’re embarrassing m- What the fuck are you doing!”

Theo swings a leg over the side of his broomstick so that he’s sitting completely facing you, legs dangling dangerously off one side. Lee sits up a little in his booth and McGonagall looks positively horrified. “For unknown reasons, Nott is balancing precariously in a position no Quidditch player wants to- Merlin, he’s hanging off his broomstick!”

Everyone in the crowd screams and shouts when Theo slips off his broomstick, but they quieten down and watch with fright when they see he’s still holding on with both hands. You think you’re going to faint.

“Theo,” you plead, with the same voice you’d use to coax a bloody kitten out of a tree. “Get back on your broomstick. Please.”

“Only if you go out with me,” Theo says, eyes determined despite breathing a little heavier. The broomstick is thin and despite his strength, it’d be hard for anyone to maintain a grip for long. “Say you’ll go out with me and I’ll get back on.”

“Just say it!” Hermione grabs you by the shoulder to shake you.

Professor McGonagall seems to have shaken out of her previous daze and begins scrambling around for her wand while Lee narrows his eyes to better assess the situation. “Godric, Y/N. Just say ‘yes’ and end everyone’s misery already.”

“But…” you trail off, hands shaking as you keep your eyes on Theo’s white knuckles still gripping the broom. “I don’t want to encourage this stupid behaviour.”

Theo rolls his eyes as though he can’t believe you’re still objecting. He shakes his head at you, though his chest is shaking with laughter. “Go out with me, and I swear I’ll never do anything stupid again. Fucking hell, I’ll quit Quidditch altogether if you want.”

You open your mouth to say something, you’re not sure what, but before you can get a word out, Seamus Finnigan pipes up from beside you. “Personally, I say let him fall off the bloody thing.”

Tutting, you turn to Theo just to find the idiot raising an eyebrow challengingly. His left hand begins to loosen on the broomstick, deliberately.

“Theo, don’t you dare.”

He drops his left hand completely and you scream, the noise drowned out by everyone else’s yells.

“OKAY!” you yelp, heart in throat as you watch Theo dangling from his broomstick with one hand, clearly struggling. “Okay, I’ll go out with you, you stubborn idiot!”

The Gryffindors that hear you, begin to cheer, setting off the other houses and once McGonagall sees Theo begin to pull himself up on his broomstick, she visibly relaxes, slumping in her seat as she clutches her chest. Lee soon gets the message. “Finally, after a good month of watching Nott pine pathetically, Y/N has agreed to go out with the poor bast- Er, beggar. Sorry, Professor. By the way Nott, you’ve got detention for a week.”

Now sitting normally on his broomstick, Theo grins at you like the cheeky bastard that he is, with elation clear as day on his face. You struggle to fight off your own grin and you can tell by his expression you’re not doing a very good job at it. “Pull something like that again and I’ll push you off your broomstick myself,” you warn him, though it lacks any real threat. You were more worried than angry, and it definitely shows. “Okay?”

“No more stupid behaviour,” Theo promises, sounding sincere as he nods, messy hair falling into his eyes. The wind blows it out of the way almost immediately and you find yourself wanting to do it with your fingers. “After this, though.”

You furrow your brows as Theo flies close enough to the Gryffindor stand to get off his broomstick and hop right into the crowd, landing next to you. Broomstick in hand, Theo doesn’t take his eyes off you when he holds it out to Hermione. “If you don’t mind, Granger.”

Clearly baffled, Hermione gingerly takes the broomstick from him and watches the two of you, as enraptured as the rest of the school.

You face Theo properly, looking up at his eyes to see them glittering with pride and achievement. You tilt your head in question, wondering why he hasn’t yet returned to the game.

Theo answers you by gripping your waist to pull you into a stupidly dramatic, dizzying, wonderful kiss. His lips are soft against your own and cold from the wind, but the shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way Theo is pressed against you.

You could go on forever, but the cheers and claps and hollering around you remind you that you’re surrounded by all your peers and, Godric, your teachers.

Pulling away, you clear your throat and attempt to gain back some of your dignity by keeping a serious face. Theo attempts nothing of the sort as he’s still wearing a silly grin. You try and avoid his eyes for the sake of your nerves and you mutter the first thing that comes to mind. “Erm, good luck then. I hope you win.”

This is the wrong thing to say surrounded by your fellow Gryffindors as a few of them boo at you.

Theo rolls his eyes at the dramatics, while you simply scowl, pointedly at Seamus who seems to have boo’ed the loudest. Hermione is beaming at you when she hands Theo back his broomstick, though she also gives a little frown directed at Seamus.

Getting back on his broomstick, Theo hovers near you outside the stand. You lower your voice to a whisper that only he can hear. “I still hope you win.”

Theo shrugs, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him during a Quidditch game. “I’ve already won, darling.”

© angelfic 2023.

[moonstruckme]

Hey lovely, how are you?

I’m not sure if I should be answering this through here, but here we go

I had already read that lil’ drabble and it’s perfect!!! Please don’t get me wrong, I really love it, but I was thinking of something a little different.

Maybe reader has to get a vaccine (because she was stalling to do it) and when the boys find out they were like “you need to get it, it’s for your health” and reader goes like “fine”. Well, it wasn’t fine. When reader finally realizes what’s happening she turns into this sobbing mess and it just breaks the boys hearts 💔

I know this is kinda specific, sorry. It’s what always happens to me when I go get vaccinated and I always end up crying more than I thought I would.

It’s totally fine if you don’t want to do it, though! Also, sorry if some terms were wrong, english is not my first language lol

Anyways, love you and love your work!! 🫶

Thanks for explaining babe, and for requesting <3

cw: needle, also I have once again written myself into an inaccurate emt situation and am once again asking for your feigned oversight of the erroneousness. Thank you mwah! 

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re being quiet. James keeps trying to pick up conversation, but you won’t engage for more than a few words and a terse smile before falling silent again. They’ve all picked up on it. From the driver’s seat, Remus keeps casting scrutinous glances at you in the rear view mirror. James has given up on trying to get you to talk and is just grateful you’re letting him be near you, his hand on your leg while you stare out the window. 

It’s obvious you’re upset. You like being told what to do as much as the next person, and when they’d found out you’d been avoiding going to get your vaccine they’d been more than a little bossy. Though he’d been as insistent as the other two that it was important to get done, James had honestly felt a bit sorry for you; Remus had decided you were going the next morning before you could get a word in, which would have been next to impossible anyways with the tirade Sirius had embarked on. 

James feels a bit sorry for you now, too, when he and Remus are trying to go along with your wishes and keep quiet and Sirius is, quite naturally, goading you. 

“You don’t have to be mad at us, baby,” he says, fully turned around in the passenger seat to give you his poutiest look. “We’re all on the same team here, yeah?” 

“I’m not mad,” you say to the window. 

“I get that you’re not needles’ number one fan, but you know how important this is. We just want you to be healthy.”

You shift in your seat, crossing your legs so James’ hand falls away from you. It stings a little. “Can we not talk about it?” 

“Sure, dove.” Remus’ eyes are on you in the rear view mirror again, his hand reaching across the console to cover Sirius’ knee warningly. “We don’t have to talk about it.” 

You’re quiet the rest of the drive. James is used to being around people that are stewing (years of friendship with Remus and Sirius will accustom one to that), but it makes him fidgety to think you’re angry with him. He really wants to reach for your hand. You’re too stiff to make him confident you’ll take it. 

But when you enter the curtained-off room and don’t go to hop up on the table, you don’t reject the helping hand he offers you to get up. You don’t let go. 

Remus leaves to prepare your vaccine, and you don’t seem any more inclined to talk than you had been in the car. James decides to hop up on the table beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders when you seem amenable to it, and Sirius leans against the desk, thwacking a pen in a lazy rhythm. You feel tense under his arm. 

James is beginning to suspect you’re not actually angry. 

“You okay, angel?” he asks gently. 

“Fine,” you say, clipped. It’s the same response you’d given when they’d strong-armed you into this appointment. He’s not sure if he believes you anymore. 

James is suddenly glad he came. Though Remus and Sirius had to come in for their shift and will be staying after, he only tagged along because he wanted (as always) to be wherever the three of you are. Now that he has an inkling of how you’re feeling, James is glad he’ll be with you to drive you home, look after you in case you have any side effects, and generally help you relax after this is done. Right now, you seem to be winding tighter by the minute. 

Remus comes back in, and James looks over to find your bottom lip trapped cruelly between your teeth. Your expression looks almost pained. 

“Honey…” he murmurs. 

Remus and Sirius look up in alarm as your eyes line with silver. 

“Hey, baby, it’s okay.” Sirius pushes off from the desk, sitting on your other side and winding an arm around your waist. “You’re fine, this’ll only take a second.” 

You give a little sob, reality setting in. James sees the surprise and anguish he’s feeling reflected on Sirius’ face as the other boy kisses above your eyebrow. 

Remus’ expression is carefully calm as he approaches, holding up an antiseptic wipe like a symbol of peace. “Just breathe,” he says, voice soft and slow as he pushes up your sleeve. You watch his every move, every one of the muscles beneath James’ hand tense. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. In just a little bit we’ll be sending you home with Jamie, yeah?” 

He picks up the vaccine, and you suck in a breath, pressing into James’ side to get away from it. “Wait wait wait,” you say in a rush, voice tipping up with panic as tears spill over your waterline. James' heart veritably shatters. He feels it happening in his chest, but they’ve all dealt with patients like this before. Waiting doesn’t help anything. 

“You’re fine,” Sirius promises you, helping Remus to hold your arm still while James shields your vision with his hand. “Don’t look, you’re okay.” 

James doesn’t watch the needle go in, but he hears your reaction, a wet inhale that catches in your throat followed by a torturous whimpering sound. 

He presses a kiss to your hair, whispering a quick, “You’re good, lovie.” 

Remus hums in quiet agreement. A moment later he’s setting the syringe back down on his tray, replacing the spot with a plaster. James lets his hand drop, and Sirius cheers as Remus rubs small, sympathetic circles over the spot with his thumb. 

“You did it, gorgeous!” He pecks you on the cheek, mindless of its dampness. “You’re done.” 

Another tiny sob breaks out of you, and Remus’ brow creases pityingly. He touches his lips gently over the plaster on your arm. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize quite how nervous you were.” 

You sniffle. “It’s okay,” you say. Your voice comes out a bit frayed, and both James and Sirius coo in sympathy. 

“My poor girl,” the latter whines. He tugs you away from James’ hold, clearly fed up with not doing his fair share for your physical comfort. “I thought you were just peeved with us. I didn’t know they made you that freaked, sweetness. You did amazing.” 

“You really did so well.” James thumbs under your lashes, collecting water on his thumbnail. “You were so brave.” 

“Don’t patronize me,” you mumble, growing sullen again. 

“We’re not, dovey, we’re not.” Remus rubs up and down on your arm placatingly. At this rate, James thinks, you won’t have any muscle pain at all. “This is more difficult for some people than others. It seems like it's really difficult for you, and I’m proud of you for getting through it. Alright?” 

He’s looking at you intently, waiting for you to confirm you understand. You go a bit shy under his gaze. “Okay,” you acquiesce softly. 

“Good.” Remus kisses your forehead. “You’re all done here, so you two can head home. If you start to feel ill or odd at all say something to Jamie, alright?” 

“I’ve got her,” James reassures them both, hopping down from the table. Sirius holds you still a moment longer, kissing the same spot Remus had before letting you go. You slot under James' arm like you always do, like it’s where you’re meant to be. “We’ll text you pictures of all the ice cream we eat and films we watch while you’re working.” 

“Fuck off,” Sirius laughs. It catches, and you chuckle softly. The sound makes all three of them breathe a sigh of relief. 

James squeezes you with his arm around your shoulders as he walks you out. 

[dwaekkicidal]

Hii 🫶🏻

First off: I have to tell you your Han series has me in a chokehold I CAN NOT get over it! 😍😍 it just hit all the right spots 😍😫

I don’t know if your request are open but if they are could I request with Han and female reader where Han is jealous/possessive of his girlfriend? Maybe because she is still in the same friend group with her ex or if you prefer give it any other motivation. It can be either swf or nswf, do as you prefer really (but if it is nswf could you make the reader to have a big breast and Han with a 🍒fixation maybe?)

Anyway I love you blog! Have a nice day! 🫶🏻😘

me when i get to self insert myself into a fic cause i have big boobies😼 ALSO TY ASDHJKASDJK i kept feeling really insecure about that series but its getting so much love :''))) im happy you are enjoying it as well as my blog <3

Cherries

˚ʚHan Jisung x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.8k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, reader has big boobs but no other physical features described, ex has they/them pronouns, kinda out of character ji?, exhibitionism, nipple play, brief mentions of p in v

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han’s eyes were narrowed, so sharp that you could cut diamonds with it. He watched intently as you conversed casually with your friend group. It’s not something he thought he would ever see himself getting genuinely mad over, but the familiar face in the crowd made his blood boil.  Had this exact situation taken place more than a year ago, Jisung would have been an anxious mess. Probably would be fiddling with his jacket’s sleeves and restlessly bouncing his leg while his mind went to the worst places possible. But now, after dating you for over 2 years, he was more confident in himself.

Don’t be fooled! He still gets jealous easily. Very easily… but it doesn’t make him as angsty as it used to. Nowadays all he feels is anger. The only thoughts that fill his mind are ones along the lines of “How dare that person talk to my girlfriend like that. Who do they think they are?” while strangers blatantly flirted with you, and he would make fun of them with words like “Did you see their face when you rejected them?? Fucking loser lol” when you would make a face and deny them before running back into his arms.

But those were with strangers. Not with your stupid ex. The same ex who made you hesitant going into this relationship with Han in the first place. And the same ex that managed to snake their way back into your friend group. While his thoughts were about the same, Han wasn’t very keen on taking his eyes off of them. The trust was still there with you, but he knew better than to trust your ex. The slimy, sugar-coated lies they told the group wouldn’t work on him. 

A hand being placed on his shoulder cut him from his thoughts. He was in full fight mode and completely missed the way you walked up to where he was on the couch. The game room the group had rented out for a few hours was filled with their booming voices and a random playlist off of somebody's Spotify. Some people were playing pool while the others stood nearby to watch and instigate mini brawls here and there. He was the only one who idly sat on the couch, drink in hand.

You knew he was in guard dog mode because of your ex’s presence so you made sure to break your attention from the group regularly to check up on him. Only this time he accidentally ignored you, so you made your way towards him. “You okay, Ji?” You smiled sideways and tilted your head, stealing a sip from his soda and settling yourself between his legs. Immediately all the anger drained from his body and he smiled up at you. His hands wrapped around your waist and he sat up, pulling you closer as he nodded.

“Yeah... Sorry haha.” You smiled sweetly and placed his cup on the coffee table, wrapping your arms around his neck once the cup was safely set down. “It’s okay, I know the situation is a little uncomfortable.” You whisper and tighten your hold around him, squeezing him lovingly and giggling to yourself when he rests his cheek against your chest. He grins like an idiot at his personal pillow and shoves his face harder until you eventually get red in the face and push him back. “Hey now… We’re still in public.”

“That can change. Let’s go home right now and I’ll show you a good time?” He smirks and pulls you closer. His chin rests against the top of your chest and he looks up at you with puppy eyes and his signature pout. “C’monn… I’ve been good all day.” His hands drop down to your hips, digging his fingers into them as his voice drops an octave, “‘Promise to show you a good time. You know Hannie always takes care of his baby-”

Your name gets called and the both of you jump. You chuckle and turn in his grasp, now standing sideways to respond to the person. He let his eyes return to your group, simply curious about who you interrupted his begging but was made even angrier by the expression that painted your ex’s face. They were frowning deeply behind their drink and glaring at the two of you, obviously wired up about his hands that were wrapped around you. Han stared back with the same fire, knowing all too well what the other person wanted. But then he smiled to himself.

As you casually chatted with your friend, Han let his hand fall down to your waist. He did it at an angle that only showed it off to your ex, making them watch as his hand slipped under your shirt. The fabric bulged out as he grabbed a handful of your tits, kneading the flesh there as they held eye contact. Eye contact that was held as he leaned in, hiding his face from everybody else as he wrapped his lips around your clothed nipple. He made a show of even sticking his tongue out and licking your nipple over your shirt while his other hand continued to squeeze the other boob from, what seemed like, the inside of your bra

Han’s ego inflated to the size of the sun as he watched your ex’s jaw drop. Their eyes went up to your face and, besides the blush that covered it, there wasn’t a single reaction. You were so used to it that the obscene action didn’t even make you flinch. Which only pissed your ex off more. They huffed and shook their head, walking to the door and mumbling something along the lines of ‘Fuck this.’ While everybody’s attention turned to the first person to leave the function, you turned to your boyfriend and shook your head at him. “Really? All that about behaving too.”

“Not my fault their edgy ass didn't like it. I licked it so it’s mine.” You laughed and parted from your boyfriend, returning back to the pool table. After that, it didn’t take long for everybody to separate. The people who didn’t have the balls to be the first to leave shortly made their way out after your ex did. Your boyfriend was one of them as well and quickly made it obvious to you that he genuinely wanted to leave soon, so you both bid your farewells and made your way outside.

The second your food hit the concrete, Jisung dragged you to the nearest empty alleyway. One that, if the sun wasn’t already set, would have been very easy to look down and see the two of you. Alas, your boyfriend did not have a single care about that. If anything, the thought of somebody seeing you only egged him on.

Han shoves you into the brick wall, slamming his lips against yours and running his hands all over your body. They started at your thighs, where he squeezed the flesh of your thighs before sliding up to your hips and doing the same. Then his hands rested at your hips for a moment. He was too distracted pushing his tongue past your lips to continue on with his expedition. Once you both found a comfortable rhythm and your hands ran up his arms, he started moving again.

This time he slowly ghosted his hands up your stomach and stopped at your chest where he squeezed your boobs tightly. Then he pulls away from your lips, smirking at you and pecking your cheek before dipping his head down. You feel his lips against your neck and you moan quietly before rolling your neck to the side, giving him more space to work with. He doesn't linger there for long though. As much as your boyfriend loves marking you up, he only leaves a single one to your neck before he dips even lower.

He leaves a trail of kisses on his way to your boobs and, before you have the chance to react or push him away, his hands tug your shirt up to your neck. “Ji- Wait until we get home, baby. We shouldn’t do this he-” He cuts you off by nibbling your right nipple through your bra. His other hand slides under the bottom hem of your bra, grabbing a handful of your boob and rubbing that nipple between his middle knuckles. You moan loudly and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging it in hopes that he would pull away but also stop and just take you to do this at home.

He moans against your clothed nipple and licks it seductively through the fabric, looking up at you with those brown boba eyes. Despite his lack of words, you already know what those pretty eyes want. You bite your lip and nervously look towards the entrance of the alley, watching as cars dart back and forth. But no people. “F-Fuck. Fine. But make it quick!” He smiles widely against you and nods.

His head pulls away from you for a moment, only to allow him to reach around and undo your bra. He doesn’t even bother taking it off of you, he just pushes it up with your shirt and dives back in. “Mine.” A loud moan leaves your lips as he suddenly bites the side of your tit, then he apologetically licks over his teeth marks. “Yours.” He smiles and grabs both of your boobs, fondling them as he alternates his attention to each nipple.

“God. I fucking love your tits, Jagi. And they’re all mine, right?” You nod and throw your head back as you moan, gripping his strands even tighter than before. He moans and bucks his hips into the air. “Answer me.” One of his hands moves down to your thighs and slides up under your skirt. It dips deeper, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties before wrapping around behind you and grabbing a handful of your ass cheek. “Jagiya… Say. It. A-gain.” He lands a sloppy slap to your ass with each word, smiling into your boob when your legs clench together.

“‘M yours, Ji! Please, babyy~” He wastes no time after that, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his dick to poke out. The hand that was on your ass pumps his dick a few times as his other pushes your leg up, holding it up and giving him space to fuck into you. His mouth finally releases your nipple in favor of poking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he pushes in. Both of you moan at the feeling and lock eyes for a moment before he leans in and pushes his lips against yours.

He pulls away and leans down again, wrapping his lips around your neglected nipple. Then he tests the water with slow thrusts. Ones that speed up rather fast once he realizes how deep he can go in this position. The grip he has on your hips is bruising as he starts to slam his hips into yours.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”

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Hi!! <3 If your requests are open, is it fine to get one about young Nanami constantly rejecting his feelings by acting nonchalantly. She would try to get his attention, but he just ignores her. One day he ends up lashing out :(( how would that turn out lmao

Fess Up! (Young Kento Nanami x Female Reader)

He’s really trying his best to hide his feelings for you until one day he accidentally snaps

Kinda angst to fluff?? Thank you for your request! :3

2nd writing lol, but if you’d like send some requests and I’ll try my best!

Reblogs and likes very much appreciated <3

Compared to the rest of his classmates, Kento Nanami enjoyed keeping to himself. He was often quiet and reserved always spending time with Haibara as he watched you from afar always around Geto and Gojo. Despite how he felt about you, and the way his heart beat would increase when you were around and the small blush that spread across his face whenever you would talk to him, Nanami made it his goal for you to never find out how he truly feels. He never truly imagined to fall for someone like you as he always saw you hang out with idiots like Gojo and Geto which made him scowl a bit despite how much Haibara tried to reassure him. As Nanami began to hide his feelings for you by beginning to ignore your approaches and simply not care about your existence thinking he was doing a fantastic job of hiding his feelings.

You on the other hand dreaded this. You fell for Nanami for his quiet and reserved personality and you loved listening to his thoughts. You loved the type of person he is and it’s what caused you to fall first. Surrounding yourself with Gojo and Geto for some help on how to approach him reminding you to never ask them for any advice ever again. As you attempted to find Nanami by himself in order to approach him it always seemed to never work as he gave you the cold shoulder or simply didn’t react to you. It obviously hurt knowing that he never spoke to you as your heart winced at the thought that he actually hated you. When it was actually the complete opposite.

As You were walking to find Shoko, you spotted Nanami sitting on a bench alone as you saw this as an immediate sign to get his attention and talk to him. As you approached the bench, you gave him a warm smile as you greeted him only to be met with a nod from him as he didn’t even utter a word. “How have you been?” You asked Nanami as you sat next to him, Nanami’s heart dropping as you took the seat next to him as he responded to you back bluntly. “Okay” you nodded awkwardly at his one word answer as you decided to change the subject beginning to talk about something funny that happened between Gojo and Geto. “You should’ve seen what Gojo did to Geto the other day!! during class we were writing notes down and Gojo—“ As you were speaking Nanami seemed to grow upset as you mentioned Gojos name with such excitement. Couldn’t you tell that he liked you? As something in him snapped from his sudden nonchalant facade as he lashed out at you. “I don’t care about you! Can’t you tell? I don’t care about what Gojo did so why bring it up to me!” He finished his thought with an annoyed scoff that you cared about Gojo so much wishing that you noticed him instead not realizing the impact he left on you as he felt his heart drop when he looked back at you.

Those were words you didn’t want to hear from the person you liked. As the words he used and the way he lashed out made you realize how annoying you were. You felt your throat tighten as you were quiet, Nanami’s instant regret from lashing out on you as he watched how You stood up quietly and left not saying a word as Nanami immediately regretted what he said to you knowing he messed up big time. He decided to give you some space before going to look for you, no one knew where you were almost as if you disappeared. He didn’t know what to do as he knew this was all his fault. As the sun began to set and he had no luck finding you, until something in the far park bench caught his attention.

As he began to approach the bench, he saw you looking out the view of the park the sun beginning to set your headphones on as you ignored everything around you. You didn’t even realize Nanami standing near you as he stood at the other end of the bench. “Is this seat taken?” Giving him the same treatment back as you nodded not saying anything to him. He sat next to you realizing he had no other choice but to finally confess the feelings he has been truly hiding from you. “Look, it was wrong for me to lash out at you. You didn’t deserve that” He started off by saying honestly no longer nonchalantly as he needed you to hear him out. “I’m seriously head over heels for you. I just want to get to know you and only you” He admitted blushing and looking away from you embarrassed that he finally confessed. As you stared at him in awe hearing the words you were one day hoping to hear as you smiled at him. The two of you sharing a quiet moment on the bench sitting next to each other as you leaned your head on his shoulder watching the sunset together. Nanami began to blush at how close you two were as you whispered back to him softly “I like you too” finally fessing up your feelings.

[flippinpancakes64]

can u write about getting married to the Cullen's?? like either how they would propose or like how the wedding would go? tysm!!

The Cullens getting married

I let my artistic side fly a little and made some collages for each of them

All of the pictures are from Pinterest, and the rings and outfits are what they would wear, not what they would give to you. I wanted to leave it as open to personal choice as possible. Also all of the themes/pictures are based off of what they would personally choose their wedding to look like.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he LOVES the idea of getting married

Give him like 3 months into the relationship and he’s definitely proposing

He makes a huge deal of it

Renting out your favorite restaurant, whisking you away to one of Carlisle’s islands, proposing in front of the beautiful view of the ocean

He just adores you so much

He wants you to have the best experience ever

If you don’t want any part of the wedding planning, then that’s completely fine

He and Alice work on it together

He tends to drift towards darker colors

So naturally your wedding is gothic

Dark reds, blacks, and a splash of beige

All of your friends and family are invited

And of course all of his friends and family

Other than that he tries to keep the party relatively small

His attention is on you the whole night

He doesn’t care that people want to come congratulate him

He wants to be by your side the whole time

Alice:

It also wouldn’t take her long to know that she wants to be with you forever

I mean chances are she had visions of you

She mostly waits to propose just for your comfort

Maybe a year

But after that she pulls all the stops

She decorates the Cullen house to the nines

Puts Rosalie in charge of setting everything up while she takes you out for a day

She tricks you just slightly by saying that you’re going out to get your hair done just because

And that there’s no reason for why she dragged you to the nail salon for a manicure (even if you’re a guy)

When you get back home there’s a huge party

Everyone’s there

And that’s when she asks

Now if you want to be involved with the planning, that’s okay

But she will still do all of the planning

It’s what she loves to do

I feel like she would be more drawn to the earthy tones and light fairy-like aesthetic

Think whimsical

It’s all outdoors and she spares no expense decorating the house and the yard

Everything is covered with fairy lights and flowers

She is so excited

She constantly bounces between the dance floor and being with people

But she never leaves your side for the whole night

Jasper:

He would be so nervous to propose

He knows that he loves you so much

And he can feel all of the love that you have for him

But he’s worried about rejection

You two would probably date for years before he finally musters up the courage

It would just be something small

Probably at home

He asked everyone else to leave for the night

He made you a nice dinner and popped the question

He wouldn’t know what to do if he was tasked with planning the wedding

He would just let Alice or you do it

Idk why but I feel like his favorite color is dark green so he wants that integrated somehow

He would prefer a smaller party

Only his family and your family

Maybe one or two of your friends

Doesn’t leave you the whole night

He’s just so happy

And he still can’t believe you said yes

Rosalie:

She loves weddings

I mean she makes Emmett get remarried every couple of years

And if you’re still a human and she loves you enough to consider marriage?

She’s asking as soon as possible

Part of her wants you to propose

But she knows if she wants this done now she has to do it

So she takes you out to do something romantic (picking flowers, pumpkins, or berries)

She makes Alice hide nearby to take the pictures lol

Now as for your wedding

No expenses spared

She finds the biggest, fanciest cathedral and rents it out

Only the biggest and most extravagant flowers

She also has a vintage dress and ring

She would love all of the classics

Is so giddy the whole night

She loves the attention

Emmett:

He’s also not new to weddings

He and Rosalie have gotten married multiple times

And they got married like immediately

But that was because Rosalie wanted to

Not that he didn’t

It just wasn’t his first thought

It’s the same for you

He would love you the same no matter what

So I feel like it would take him a while to propose

Simply because he doesn’t think a wedding is necessary

But if you ask him to or if you hint at it he will

Nothing big tho

For some reason I feel like he would like to propose on a Ferris wheel

For the actual wedding I think he’d like something rustic

Browns and beiges

And he wants it to be in a barn

Yeehaw

Esme:

Getting married to Carlisle was one of the happiest days of her life

She was so proud that she got to call him hers

She would want to do that with you too

But I feel like she’d be nervous to propose

She’d be worried that you’d say no

So she waits until you propose

Or if you drop plenty of hints she’ll pick up and propose herself

She would choose a beautiful flower field and ask you to have a picnic

For the actual wedding I couldn’t get lilacs out of my mind for her

So lilacs it is

Carlisle:

He’s not a very flashy man

I mean in some ways he is

But he’s more of a casual luxury

But everything he does would be lowkey

However when it comes to you?

He needs to pull all the stops

Once he knows that he loves you and wants to spend his life with you, he acts

A week long trip to one of his private islands

Sightseeing, relaxing, and finally the proposal

He’s a classic guy when it comes to the wedding

He loves white

And he loves blue

He keeps it simple

Attached at your hip the whole night tho

And also every vampire he’s ever met is invited

He’s just so happy

Vampire! Bella:

You guys are gonna be shocked when I tell you this…

But she doesn’t like weddings 😱

Who could’ve guessed

But in all actuality she’s still not a fan

Commitment’s a weird thing with her

She’s willing to literally die and be brought back to life to live with someone forever but doesn’t want to get married

All that to say she wouldn’t be too onboard with the idea

If it’s something you are really insistent on, you’re gonna have to propose

She’s stubborn

As for the actual wedding she insists that she doesn’t care

But if she had to choose, she’d go for sandy warm tones

It reminds her of her mom

And the guest list has to be small

I’m talking the Cullens and your parents and that’s it

[daddynattt]

Hi jess! Can you please do a fluffy/comfort f!R x Natasha Romanoff fic?

Where reader has been receiving texts, calls, threats and stalking etc. And reader gets scared that it’s her ex girlfriend that’s trying to come take her back because all her ex’s ex rejected her(crazy ex level). But reader tried to take care of it herself so nat does worry. So when reader gets kidnapped by her ex that’s when nat finds out why reader has been distant from everyone

This turned out more Angsty than i thought it would lol but it’s still fluffy/comfort. Nat is just soft for us <3 Hope you enjoy.

Crazy Ex

Summary: After getting a ton of calls and messages from an unknown number, you fear it’s your crazy ex girlfriend trying to get in contact with you again. You distance yourself from your girlfriend Natasha so you don’t worry her. What happens when your ex kidnaps you?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Toxic/Controlling Relationship (past), Mentions of Killing/Dying, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Protective Nat

Word Count: 2.8k

You feel your phone vibrate in your hand for what feels like the thousandth time as you look down at it once more. For the past few days you have been getting many calls and texts of someone threatening you and claiming to know where you live from an unknown number. You are certain it is your ex-girlfriend Amy as she is the only person that comes to mind and you are scared for what she may do. You don’t want to think about what will happen if she finds you. Amy was very controlling and it felt like you were being held hostage in your own relationship. She had a lot of ex’s who rejected her and left her for other people, and once your relationship became serious, she became very crazy. 

You tried to get out of the relationship many times but she didn’t let you, and it was a hard time in your life but you eventually were able to get out of the relationship and get a restraining order put out on her after lots of proof and many court visits. You met Natasha a few months later when she came into your job, the two of you instantly clicking right away. Something about you drew her in and she knew that you were going to become someone important in her life. Being in a relationship with Natasha wasn’t easy at the beginning but she was patient and took her time with you. She knew about your relationship with your ex-girlfriend, the love and comfort she provided finally showed you what a healthy relationship was supposed to be like.

You’ve blocked the numbers each and every time it calls or texts you, but a new one would call or text you again and again, not knowing what else to do to solve it. 

Unknown Number: Y/n, pick up the fucking phone right now

Unknown Number: I know where you live, don’t test me 

Unknown Number: When I come to your apartment, you’re going to regret not answering me

You shudder as you think of what can happen and you don’t know what else to do. You’ve been staying at the compound with Natasha for the past few days instead of at your apartment like the two of you usually do because you’re scared she will suddenly show up and something bad will happen. You don’t want to worry her about it which is why you haven’t told her what’s going on. Thankfully she hasn’t questioned anything but you’re feeling hopeless as the texts and calls are becoming more frequent. You worry she may possibly find out that you are at the compound and do something crazy to hurt Natasha. It wouldn’t be the first time that she has stalked you.

“Y/n baby, are you okay?” Natasha’s sweet voice next to you brings you out of your thoughts, the worried look on her face making you feel guilty. You smile at her as reassuringly as you can, nodding as you look around the room. You, Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Kate were all watching a movie and they too had worried looks on their faces... How long have you been zoned out for?

“You alright Sestra?” you hear Yelena ask you from across the room. Yelena has become a sister figure to you, her protectiveness over you just as strong as her sisters when the two of you started dating. She knows about your crazy ex as well and even asked you if you wanted her to take care of her for you. You may just take her up on that offer soon if you can’t solve it alone. 

“I’m good, sorry guys. Let’s keep watching the movie”

As you continue to watch what’s playing on the TV, your phone goes off once more, and you fear that Natasha will see or hear it, the thought making you slightly uneasy. As a few minutes go by, you hear Natasha speak up again. 

“Sweetheart? Who keeps calling you?” you bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her, you should’ve known that you couldn’t hide anything from her as she is a trained spy. You smile at her as you put your phone in your pocket. 

“It’a my brother, he keeps calling and texting. I’m so sorry I totally forgot I was supposed to go help him today at his apartment. Is it alright if I leave and come by later?” she looks at you but doesn’t press any further.

“That’s alright love, there’s no need to apologize or ask. Would you like me to drive you there?” you smile at her kindness and deposit a sweet kiss on her lips, your hand on her cheek as you look at her. You love this woman so much. 

“I’ll be okay baby, stay here with the girls and keep them company, I know you’ve been wanting to spend some time with them this week” 

She looks at you hesitantly as if thinking about it, but you smile at her once more as you kiss her again. “You know he’s not far from here baby, and I could use the walk” she smiles softly at you as she nods. She doesn’t want you to feel like she is controlling you so she refrains from offering once again.

“Okay Detka, please text me when you get there okay?” you kiss her one last time and smile against her lips. 

“I will, I promise, i’ll see you later. Bye guys” you hear everyone say their goodbyes as you make your way towards the elevator and out of the compound. You take a deep breath as the air from outside hits your face, trying to regulate your breathing. You hate lying to Natasha but it’s better you figure this out on your own as it is not Natasha’s problem to deal with. You walk towards your apartment and think of what you can do. 

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A few days have passed and you have been keeping your distance from Natasha and the others. You haven’t been talking to her much and you always come up with an excuse when she asks to see you. You feel guilty but you know it’s for the best. You know she is an Avenger and can protect herself but you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if something bad happened to her. You never know what may happen and what lengths your ex-girlfriend would go through. It’s late at night as you’re walking back to your apartment as you have just finished work, but you have the feeling someone is watching and following you. You look around you as you keep walking but you don’t see anyone suspicious. As you reach the front of your apartment, you feel someone grabbing onto you and sticking something in your neck, instantly making you pass out. 

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Your eyes flutter open as you try to look around you, your vision blurry seeing nothing but an empty room, a painful ache passing through your body. You try to move but your movement is restricted, your arms and legs tied up as you sit in an uncomfortable chair. You try to get free but whatever is tied around you is tight, and your stomach drops as you fear what will happen to you. Before you can think or do anything else, the door opens and your ex-girlfriend Amy appears in front of you. 

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” your eyes are wide as you stare at her, your heart beating out of your chest as she moves towards you. “You’ve been ignoring my texts and calls, don’t you miss me? I miss you so much”

 “Fuck you! Why can’t you just leave me alone? What’s wrong with you, you psycho!” she slaps you hard, the force making your head turn to the side. 

“Shut the fuck up! You belong to me, not that stupid Avenger” she slaps you again, the impact even harder then the last, making you taste blood in your mouth. 

“You’re fucking crazy. Where the fuck did you take me?” the smirk on her face is sickening as she looks down at you. 

“You’re home where you belong, your little girlfriend won’t find you here. You’re mine again” you shiver as you look at her, your heart beating rapidly. Is this where you die?

“You won’t get away with this. They will find me and they will kill you on the spot. You’ve ruined my life enough, just let me go” her hand grabs a fistful of your hair as she smiles at you. 

“Why can’t you see that I love you! Why can’t you just stay with me and not be a stupid whore and leave me like everyone else hmm?” 

“I will never love you or be with you ever again, I hate you!” she slaps you again as she growls out in frustration, walking away and out of the room. You finally let the tears fall, letting your head fall back as you close your eyes. You can’t help but to blame yourself; if you had just told Natasha what was going on maybe you wouldn’t be here in this position right now. 

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Days go by as you are stuck in this room alone. She has come inside the room trying to get you to talk to her and willingly be with her again but you don’t budge. She doesn’t feed you or give you water and you would rather keep it that way then be with her again. You know someone will save you. Let’s hope she doesn’t get tired of waiting anytime soon.

“This is ridiculous! It’s been three days, we’re losing time, what if she’s-“

“We’re going to find her Natasha I promise. We’re so close. You can’t think that way it won’t do you any good. Y/n is strong and her ex will pay.” Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Kate were all trying to find you. They enlisted Friday in trying to figure out your whereabouts, but so far they’ve had no luck. Natasha sits down and covers her face with her hands. At first she thought you were being distant because of her, but after the second day of you brushing her off, she knew something wasn’t right. You have never made excuses not to see her, nothing bad had happened between the two of you, and her gut was telling her that something was seriously wrong. When you stopped responding to her texts and calls, she went to your apartment and didn’t see you there. She called your work and you weren’t there either, and when she called your brother to ask if he’s seen you and if you showed up at his apartment that one day when you left the compound and he said no, she instantly knew what was going on. 

At first she didn’t know about the texts or calls that you were receiving, but after a few days your behavior changed and she noticed them on your phone. She didn’t want to think anything negative, she knew you would never cheat on her; the negative feeling in her gut made it’s appearance once more. She didn’t know it was something as serious as this. She blames herself for not taking action sooner, but there was no apparent threat with your ex, and you had always claimed that she was gone from your life for good, that nobody had to worry. She wishes she could see into the future to know that this was going to happen. 

“I think we found her! I was finally able to get a location. There’s an abandoned house up on the mountains, I think she might be there. She’s four hours out” Everyone rushes to grab their things and make their way onto the quinjet.

“Let’s go get our girl”

Your body aches more and more each day that you are sitting in this chair, stuck in the same position. You are starting to feel hopeless, wondering if Natasha will be able to find you. You become nauseous as you begin to think of the worst. What if you die here?

“Please, just let me go.” You tense up as she puts a knife to your neck, applying pressure.

“Shut up. I’m getting tired of you at this point. I should just kill you right now and make you regret ever leaving me.” You jump out of your skin as the door gets kicked open roughly, Natasha appearing in your line of sight in her Black Widow suit with your other friends behind her. She throws her Widow Bites at your ex-girlfriend, instantly knocking her to the floor, the knife dropping. You sigh out in relief, your shoulders dropping as you close your eyes. 

“Detka? I’m here now, I’m so sorry, please look at me” she unties your hands and legs with her knife, grabbing your face as she looks at you, frowning at your injuries.

“God i’m so sorry I couldn’t find you sooner. We tried so hard. I’m so sorry baby” she lets her tears fall as she rests her forehead against yours. She doesn’t know what she would do with herself if she didn’t find you here, or worse, if she didn’t find you alive. You are her whole entire world and to think she almost lost you makes her absolutely sick to her stomach. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tight, needing her touch more than anything at this very moment to comfort you, tears falling down your face as well. You feel her arms wrap around you as she kisses your head and breathes you in. She Is not letting you out of her sight ever again; she just almost lost you today. You slowly get up and give your body a moment to properly adjust after being tied up for so long, holding onto Natasha for support.

“Y/n?” Yelena’s worried voice makes you smile at her, instantly wrapping your arms around her as you hug her close. 

“i’m okay, thank you guys, you saved my life” Kate and Wanda come to hug you as well, sighing in relief knowing you’re okay. 

“I’m going to take Y/n home, Yelena, you guys know what to do” Yelena nods her head at her sister, the two of you making your way towards the quinjet as she takes you both back home. She will send another one back for the others. She puts it on autopilot and sits down, pulling you onto her lap as she holds you close. 

“i’m so glad you’re okay, I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t there, or if I lost you or-“ you cut her off with a kiss to her lips, instantly calming her down. 

“i’m okay baby, thanks to you guys. I was slowly starting to lose hope that you wouldn’t be able to find me, but you did and that’s all that matters now” she presses her lips to yours again, keeping them there so she can feel you.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was going on? We would have taken care of it” the worried look on her face makes you kiss her again, feeling guilty that it came down to this and that you scared her.

“I didn’t want you to worry so I tried handling it by myself. It wasn’t your problem to deal with and at first I didn’t think much of it but then it was too late, I’m sorry Nat” you frown at her as you let your tears fall. You feel her wipe them away as her lips press to your forehead.

“Whatever problems you face are my problems as well. I want you to always come to me and talk to me when something is wrong or if you need help. I love you so much honey” you smile at her and wrap your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face into her neck. You love Natasha more than words can describe. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You lay your head on Natasha’s chest as the two of you lay in your shared bed together. You cuddle into her, the feeling of her strong but soft arms around you instantly bringing you immediate comfort. Her arms hold you protectively against her, her hand tracing small comforting patterns on your back underneath your shirt, the feeling of her hand on your exposed skin grounding you.

“I’m not letting you out of my site ever again, just so you know” you smile against her chest as you cuddle into her more. You don’t doubt that for one second. 

“I love you Nat” you hear the smile in her voice when she speaks.

“I love you way more sweetheart. I’ll never let anything happen to you ever again.”

[theapangea]

Night Out

Chapter: Boys Night Out Pt.1

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Dustin, Mike, Lucas

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: This is just fluff stuff so a little different from what I've been posting for you little pervs lately... you know who I'm talking too lol. Ok so this series is based on those tv episodes that like everything is happening all at the same time but split into two episodes. I just love Steve in this and everyone pushing you two to be together!! Let me know what you think!!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Part 2 | Part 3

“What about Y/N?” Dustin says out of the blue. The question was not posed to or at anyone, but definitely directed at the only boy old enough to date you.

“What about Y/N?” Steve is the first to answer, the words hanging from his lips. The room is instantly silent again as the three younger boys look between each other, quietly discussing who will speak first. Steve clearly still dumbfounded watching their interaction. 

Dustin begins to explain, this time in a more hush tone than before, not sure how Steve would take the answer, “You know…to get you out of this slump?” 

“What slump?” Steve refutes, deflecting the answer he already knows. He has been in a girl slump for sometime, no luck with Nancy or Robin or any other girl that would look his way. The only girl he hasn't tried to hit on in Hawkins is you. He wasn’t sure why. You were pretty and funny and smart but for some reason Steve couldn’t get the courage to actually ask you out. Plus you were best friends with his ex-girlfriend which didn’t help his situation. 

“We all see it, dude.” Mike added before tossing a cheese ball into the air to catch with his mouth. He misses by a mile, quickly grabbing another one to try again. Another miss.

“I don’t even know what you are talking about.” Steve leans back, propping his feet onto the coffee table. 

“We all see that you like her.” Lucas chimes in nonchalantly while flipping through the pages of a comic book.

“I do not .” Steve quickly protests. Crossing his arms, trying to deflect any proposed suspicion

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Dustin whispers as he throws a cheese ball at Steve’s head. Steve tries to swat it away but it hits his cheek leaving a small mark of cheese crumble. 

“You seriously just need to ask her out already.” Lucas urged Steve. Their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Steve adverts to look at the ceiling. 

“Steve, let me give you some advice from one man to another.” Dustin begins, moving forward on the couch, “Women want a man who is going to make the first move.”

“I can’t believe you just said that to me right now,” Steve confesses, a hand wiping the embarrassment from his face. 

“He’s right,” Mike agrees, still trying to catch the ball of cheese in his mouth. Another miss.

“Have any of you actually hit puberty yet?” Steve looks at the oblivious bunch. “I can’t believe I’m hanging out with a bunch of 12-year-olds.” He huffs, slumping lower into the seat.

“We’re 14 actually.” Dustin points out.

Steve lets out another huff, “Doesn’t make it any better, Henderson.” 

“We’re right though. You need to just ask her.” Lucas repeats, this time a little more demanding. 

Steve hesitates, “Okay, say that I did like someone…but she’s friends with your ex. It’s not necessarily the best situation.” 

“Who cares?” Mike declares with the other two boys in agreement. 

“ Women . Women care.” Steve retaliates, “Women care about that kind of stuff.”

“Look, the worst thing that she is going to say no.” Mike adds, finally catching the cheese ball in his mouth, his hands shooting up in triumph.

“Yeah, you’ve gone through enough rejection that it shouldn't hurt.” Dustin teases, the cocky smile plastered on his face.

“Thank you, Dustin.” Steve tries to shake off the comment.

Dustin’s eyes widened as he gets the bright idea, “You should call her now .” 

“Yeah, go call her.” Lucas agrees, putting the comic book down on the table, gesturing towards the phone. 

“I don’t know.” Steve leans forward in the old chair, the creaking shooting through the basement.

The uproar of encouragement quickly fills the room. All three boys are trying to convince Steve that he needs to confess his feelings for you. It was overwhelming to say the least. Steve really didn’t know what to do. Does he listen to them or does he just not do anything? Maybe it was time for Steve to tell you how he feels even if it does make things awkward between you and Nancy.

He must have been in his thoughts for too long as he sees Dustin crossing the room, picking up the phone, and dialing the number. Steve frantically getting up to grab the phone before someone answers. 

“Yeah. Hi I was wondering if Y/N was home?...ok…ok…yeah I will call them then…thank you…goodnight.” The conversation ends as soon as it begins. 

“She’s not home.” He lightly bangs his head against the wall. Dustin gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, not sure what to say. 

Was this a loss? What would he even say to you if you actually picked up? He never got the feeling that you liked him. You were normally cold towards him, rarely laughing at his hilarious jokes and always the first to put him on babysitting duty. He hated that you got under his skin, he hated that he didn’t know who you actually were. Hated that he never tried to know. Silently cursing to himself how much of an idiot he has been all these years.

“Damn.” Mike trails off, wiping the snack crumbs from his face, “We should go find her.”

“We are not going to go find her,” Steve injects before anyone else, clearly unamused by Mike's idea. 

“Why not?” Dustin pleads, tugging lightly on Steve's sleeve. 

“It’s stupid." He turns toward the young boy at his side, "This isn’t some movie. What if she doesn’t even like me?” Steve tries to explain the situation at hand as simply as possible. His feelings for you were complicated, never understanding how he felt towards you and never taking the time to realize that he actually really did like you in more ways that a friend would.

“Max says that she likes you.” Steve’s ears perk up at Lucas’ comment as he shoves a handful of cheese balls into his mouth.

Rushing over quickly to Lucas side, kneeling down beside the couch, “How does Max know that?”

“Well Max said that Robin said that she and Nancy talk about you and it seems that she likes you.” Lucas explains between chewing, every other word slightly muffled by the food.

“Dude you’re in.” Dustin beams, the look of joy washes over his face. 

Maybe you do really like Steve. Maybe Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were right and he just needed to finally ask you out. But when? He had the confidence to do it now but you were nowhere to be found. What if by tomorrow he is not able to gather the courage? What if you find someone else by then? 

Steve pushes himself onto the sofa, head in his hands, trying to make sense of this situation. "We don’t even know where she is.” 

“Well, Hawkins is pretty small. There isn’t much ground to cover.” Dustin explains, reaching for his jacket. The other boys following suit, standing, wait for Steve to make the final decision. Dustin dangling his car keys out in front of Steve's face.

“Fine.” Steve rises while chuckling at their enthusiasm, snatching the keys before leading the group out of the basement into the night. 

~~~

I'll be posting Part 2 tomorrow probably (don't hold me to this deadline)

Tell me what you think as I NEED validation!! love you!

[lemonthepotato]

Amai’s Week

I didn’t even know until today that Amai had a week, that’s how hard this game fell off. Anyway, boy do I have some criticisms.

1) We need that many ways to enter a building in a mission? Why? It ends the same no matter what. The mission is still linear.

2) The dialogue in this game is so stiff and not how people talk. Never played a Hitman mission where the target said “I’m going to be here at X time, doing Y thing, blah blah blah” but Amai is kind enough to specify the times she’ll be serving food. Yeah, it’s kind of intuitive to not exit the classroom and start serving octodogs, the cooking club should know it’ll only be at morning, lunch and after school.

3) Amai’s sabotage events are so silly. I remember jokingly thinking “what? are we going to be giving him a pink apron or something?” as a JOKE. And then it HAPPENED, essentially. These characters are meant to be adults LARPing as teenagers but even a teenager has more maturity than “oh, you made an apron I didn’t like!” What? Did Ayano draw a swastika on it or another hate symbol? The game refers to it as a ‘lame’ apron, which implies it’s more likely that Ayano used a bland colour scheme. I’m sorry, but “I wanted a black apron but you made me a pink one, that offends me” is not on the same level. And by the way- if Amai’s food is giving people food poisoning due to Ayano’s sabotage, why is she still allowed to run the bake sale???

I was genuinely thinking “surely, it’s more going in this direction” during the picnic talk. It was. So, what? Amai is supposed to control the insects?

If you sabotage all of Amai’s events, Senpai should get the sense that she’s a BAD COOK. Literally all. Her sabotage events are NOT enough to warrant being cut off or rejected.

4) I like how no one in this game questions a giant ass water fountain placed randomly in a room.

5) THE LOVE CONFESSION DOESN’T MAKE AMAI LOOK GOOD, EITHER. Who the FUCK says “yeah, I know I’ve known you for a week, but I was actually pissed at you for mourning your dead friend because… what about me???”

OKAY, TO BE FAIR, THAT “MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THAT IN MIND” LINE FROM AYANO GOES HARD ASF 🔥

6) Okay lol I just. I love how funny Kizana is.

I like to imagine Ayano and Senpai are in some Truman Show situation where Info-chan is just hiring all these colourful personalities to rizz Senpai to create the craziest situations ever. Like Ayano is just some institutionalised person who was dragged out by a studio to be exploited in her dire mental state. Can’t wait to get Kizana in 2025 and Oka in 2026.

Look I’m an Amai defender but spitting in someone’s food is VILE. The reason I don’t go to… let’s call it OldRonalds is because three employees spat in my food. I had three occasions. Yeah, wasn’t risking a fourth. AND IT’S IMPLIED SHE DID THIS SEVERAL TIMES. That is NASTY.

7) Yeah I definitely talk to myself when cooking. That’s totally normal.

8) SHE TELEPORTS IMMEDIATELY TO THE FLOOR. ALSO HOW WOULD NO ONE HEAR THAT???

9) A small pet peeve of mine over the years is the line “oh my god! is that a dead body?” when talking about their classmates. Akademi is a small school, where everyone should know each other. Maybe- like “Oh my god! [character’s surname, because it’s Japan, or whatever their nickname is considering Akademi has nicknames]? A-are you okay? I need to get help!”

10) Ben Shoku-ro asks us to essentially stalk Amai. Very normal. See, this is why I headcanon that Akademi is just a mental institution disguised as some… high school LARP. A very ineffective one, too.

11) I like how everyone has the exact same criticism with the exact same wording towards Amai’s cooking.

12) “You shoot 100% of the takes you don’t miss” is such a funny quote. No shit Sherlock.

13) “juvenile delinquent” aren’t they 18? C’mon, if you’re gonna use the “they’re actually 18” excuse, be consistent about it.

14) Welcome to Writing 101. In Inkyu and Sakyu’s conversation on Friday, the pink one (Inkyu, I believe) says “however?” While Inkyu is gathering her thoughts. It doesn’t add tension to the scene, they’re talking about fucking studying. It happens twice, actually. It’s awkward and drags on too long. I’m a writer, not a programmer, but surely there has to be a way to make the dialogue end faster?

Also Horuda canonically drawing kill art is real asf. She is not okay in the head and is expressing her emotions to avoid doing something dangerous. This is what we call showing, not telling. This is something this game struggles at.

15) Wait, Kyuji stalking Osana is a bounty? What if the player match made them? Is the game seriously gonna punish you for doing the pacifist route?

16) Why can Toga walk on bushes???

Okay if Senpai’s new personality is himbo than I kinda fw him.

HELP DID YANDEREDEV FORGET TOGA WASN’T A CREEP SO HAD TO RETCON IT?? Same with Horo, though I think Horo being weird was inferred by the demon Easter egg.

17) Also, another general criticism, but the dialogue in this game is so wonky. Instead of “Hey, blah blah, did you know blah blah dislikes gossip?” It could be “Hey, blah blah, X said to me gossipers were all evil people. Ridiculous, right? Who doesn’t gossip from time to time? Guess that’s what I’m doing” or something shorter than that. And things like money and violence shouldn’t even be discussable topics. I’m sorry but “Hey, Horuda Umetsu, did you know Amai Odayaka dislikes violence” would receive an “okay? don’t we all?” IRL. Like even though Horuda is prone to violence no one’s going around shaming people for disliking it WTF.

(Edit: Btw, before Amai came out, I made my own version of Amai’s week a year ago, along with the other rivals, but honestly? They suck. I’ll add them anyway, if you wanna check them out, but I got lazy halfway through and began half assing stuff: Amai, Kizana, Oka, Asu, Muja, Mida, Osoro, Hanako, Megami. I’m not saying these are better than the game. The way I characterised Kizana, for example? Canon Kizana is much better. The writing on these posts were somehow cringier than the actual writing. Why share it then? Dunno. I like humiliating myself? Oddly, I got a lot of nice DM’s from people about them at the time. I also made a shitty AU.) (I have more posts over there, like a mission mode concept ending) (also, it was only a year ago, but I feel like my writing has improved a ton since then)

Addendum: Not sure if I gave the impression I support YandereDev. I don’t.

[luffyvace]

can i request romantic hairo x male reader hcs about how hairo would show affection publicly and privately to the reader, and his love languages?

LOVING!! 🙌🙌 The hairo requests!! Idk why but I just have so many ideas when writing for him??

💪💖

Showing affection in public is as casual as walking around to him

even if your both guys

like literally, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

walking somewhere together? He’s got an arm around your shoulder!

standing there talking to someone? His hand’s resting on your head :3 (in a affectionate way)

watching a movie/anime/show? His arms’ wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer

you go from walking to trudging and he notices your slowing down? He’ll pick you up!

If you don’t mind you probably won’t say anything

and he’ll probably be forgetful as to remembering to ask if you are okay with it

But that’s only because he’s been doing it subconsciously for so long

when he does realize how often he touches you, he’ll go:

”oh!- umm, do you mind me touching you?..like you know? Hugging you and stuff in public? 😅……I forgot to ask..whoops haha 😀”

he doesn’t think twice about how others view it despite gender

your his boyfriend! Why wouldn’t he be able to snuggle up to you wherever as long as you don’t mind??

although I will say some girls at your school (Airua, Teruhashi and chiyo specifically-) think your interactions are adorable ☺️

let’s not act like the whole world hates you folks, because your certainly do have shippers 😂🥰

hairo has been canonly asked out in the past so some girls might go “ohhh he didn’t reject me because I wasn’t enough!- he was gay the whole time!”

LOL

he never really came out right and said his sexuality after you two started dating

but he obviously loves you

Conclusion? He’s never beating the gay allegations

HAHAH

like?? He could be pan? bi?

No. Gay.

- The girls he rejected

anyhow back on topic! Stay with me!

if you do mind when he initiates pda

like I’ve said in previous headcanons he won’t notice at first

you’ll either have to say it verbally or physically express your uncomfortable with it

like yknow? Flashing a quick frown

Smth that’ll send the message of “not here 😬” and he’ll get it

he apologizes in private later on and you two talk out boundaries

he might do it a few more times but do be patient dear, he’s not trying to tick you off! he didn’t realize!

by the way tdlsk seems pretty modern but If any boys think it’s awkward that you two show pda (in the case that it doesn’t bother you) he will lectures them

about how it’s normal/natural to want to display affection to your lover and there’s really nothing to laugh about

again tho the show seems modern so I’m sure you won’t have to go through this unless someone’s immature or smth 🗿

anywho

instead of physical affection you find other ways he can show his love to you to compromise ♥︎

showing affection in private becomes less casual and more intentional

of course he’ll probably do all this in public if you don’t mention being upset about it but like I said he does it subconsciously in public

so stuff like

kissing (anywhere—mainly on the lips)

cuddling (also anywhere—mainly in one of your rooms)

massages (your probably sore from all the sports and working out he makes you join in on—so yeah you get massages)

holding hands (also common in public)

head pats (he often does this when your watching something together)

His mom walking in occasionally happens too 😅💗

she supports, and him and his mom is really close so it’s not awkward! ❤️‍🩹

hairo’s love languages are physical touch, acts of service and quality time

ngl physical touch is pretty explanatory, if you don’t get how he displays this by now go back and read the headcanons because I’ve been talking about that the entire time 🥰(😂)

no but fr tho!! It’s pretty much him just being all over you in wholesome way :)

as for acts of service—ask him to do anything and he will come running

LITERALLY.

because 1) you called him! and he sure is at your beck and call! and 2) exercise 😄

that dude HAND CHOPPED a tree for a school project….why wouldn’t he do 100x more for you..?

so yeah lol basically anything you need he’s got it

definition of a provider mindset 😍

need something physically? He’ll go get it for you.

need something mentally? He’s your shoulder to lean on! 💪

need something emotionally? He’s got some tissues and has ordered ticks to a theme park! 👍

just!- anything! Really! Call out something random and he’ll go get it for you

(insert Haido as the “let me do it for youuu” dog here) LOLL IF YOU KNOW THE MEME YOU KNOW THE MEME SEARCH IT! ITS HILARIOUS

Quality time :)

really he just invites you to every little thing/outing he has

and he’s always texting to see what your up to if he’s not there

(not in a toxic/clingy way my guy a green flag 🗣🗣)

HIS 👏 MOMMA👏 RAISED 👏 HIM 👏RIGHT. 👏

oh your going to the store? What store? he’ll be there! shoppings’ more fun together :)

your going on a walk? He loves exercise!

he’s got tennis practice! You’ll be in the stands right? 💗

he’s going to visit his grandparents wanna come?

he’s got popcorn and movies!!

even just doing nothing!- doing nothing together is wayyy better! He can come over right?

sports is a way of affection.

and that is a fact.

If your in a sport you have no other bigger fan then him

if you run track he’ll run alongside you at this point 😂

Same with being a swimmer

he might as well be in two clubs at once!

you also support him! Maybe not as intense as he does you..(or maybe you do! Idk!)

either way there’s no escaping with sports with him

ngl same with working out

it kinda goes hand in hand so it’s inevitable

he’s a real good motivator tho!

always pushes you to do your best and better!

which isn’t a bad thing!

you could always tell him to play it cool and he’ll tone it down

he will automatically if he sees your in a rough mood 💞

Summary? he wants you to at least work out/play sports with him once or twice a week

especially since he cares about you and exercise keeps you healthy

negotiable right?

im sure it is with how much you love this guy

Hairo>>> I never knew how much I liked this guy til you started requesting for him 😋👍

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

any headcanons about daeron ii's and myriah's sons?

WAUGGHHH YEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They’re probably gonna be a bit shorter than the girlies because…….. I hate men I guess /j

Baelor:

- Surprisingly the most normal of Daeron and Myriah’s kids even though the pressure placed on him since birth must’ve been I N S A N E. Probably would’ve snapped at some point if the brown haired gene didn’t come in clutch and neutralize the crazy in him

- And even tho canon tries to imply him having brown hair and a broken nose doesn’t make him as pretty as the other targs……… ignore them king, I KNOW there were probably hundreds of people writing some crazy rpf about this man!!1!1!!

- I also like to think he, Daemon and Daenerys were pretty close as kids. Like, yahhh ik their relationship probably rotted because Baelor was meant to feel inferior to Daemon and vice versa for differing reasons but…. Maybe I wanna make myself cry a bit. Maybe I wanna imagine them playing knights and dragons and stuff 🥲

- Definitely cared for Maekar a lot as his baby brother but also had a lot of trouble not seeing him as anything as his baby brother whichhhh….. probably made him come off as condescending a little okay he’s trying his best

Aerys:

- Asexual AND autistic, sorry I don’t make the rules and I’m not projecting onto him I swear don’t listen to what anyone else may tell you I-

- And the thing is, I’m sure he would’ve absolutely pulled a Vaegon if he could’ve, but honourably decided to stay behind for the sake of securing political allies for the throne (the citadel rejected his application because he cited his only strength as “reading”)

- Poor dude probably had some absolutely shitty sight due to eye strain, reading by candlelight in the dark is all fine and dandy until that becomes the only thing you do

- Ngl probably the biggest social outcast out of his brothers, I think the primary reason he trusted Brynden to handle everything when he became king was because he didn’t have that many friends/allies outside of Aelinor (not a big politics person), Shiera (witch girlie and also Brynden’s kinda gf) and Brynden himself so he was willing to go with whatever they wanted within reason

- Mans has no canonical death despite being a king so I’m personally gonna diagnose him with….. tetanus via iron throne in one of the few times he actually bothered to do king things

Rhaegel:

- I kinda like to think he was an artistic guy, really loved painting and drawing and probably would’ve tried out other mediums like pottery, embroidery and weaving if people didn’t stop him from doing so <3

- Probably dressed a lot more simply as an adult because he hated most fabric textures. Velvet and wool were his least favourites but tbh the only thing he could wear without getting fidgety in ten minutes would be cotton

- Also really hated when people touch his hair ngl! Dude has that really pretty targ men hair gene where it’s really long and flowy but that’s because he doesn’t like cutting it

- Okay tbh I like him but I don’t have that many thoughts on the guy 💀 I like to headcanon he drew a lot of dragons as kids and really liked telling his family what their dragons would look like and what he should name them and all that. His dragon would be light purple with red wings and gold horns and he’d call her Myrri after his mom :)))

Maekar:

- Absolutely the tallest and most athletic out of his brothers but absolutelyyyy suffering from an inferiority complex. No it doesn’t get any better when Baelor dies, if anything it gets much worse :(

- Had an unfortunate habit of getting people to dislike him, not completely his fault tho a lot of folks were just predisposed to thinking him to be kinda intimidating!!!

- Didn’t have a favourite with his kids, but Rhae was absolutely his baby because she was a lot like him when he was little in both looks and attitude lol

- Feeling a little angsty so I’m gonna say he had some memorabilia of Dyanna that he’d keep with him at all times. Like maybe a bit of her hair in a locket, or a portrait he’d keep in his room 🥲

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 3! MATCH 2 OUT OF 4

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Queen Red Riding Hood:

She's a girlboss who is sometimes a little vain but still loves her friends and will do anything to save her kingdom. Also she was in love with a guy since she was like 8 and he continuously rejected her, and then she found out he was in love with her archenemy. So yeah, she needs this.

She's kinda spoiled and high maintenance but gets better. I just think she's a fun character

i loved the land of stories series as a kid and i especially loved red because shes sooo full of herself and wears beautiful dresses and expensive jewelry and stuff (she became a queen lol) but also she does come to genuinely care for people and her friends and has a good heart (even if she does brag about it) she’s a very funny character x)

She’s a great example of how sudden fame and wealth at a young age can go to your head, and she gets great character development about it. She has an entire giant chamber in her castle full of baskets (it’s unfortunately quite flammable). My most favorite detail about her is when she finds a wolf pup in the woods, she assumes it’s a dog and names him Clawdius (yes, spelled like that). Everyone else knows it’s a wolf but no one wants to be the one to tell her. She learns the truth and gets over it and now Clawdius is her guard wolf. (Oh also she had the original Big Bad Wolf made into a winter coat, and that’s the original reason Clawdius came to her) I love her, she’s married to a giant frog man, she got elected queen, please vote for her.

Queen Red ftw!!!!!!

As you can see from these little excerpts [Mod's note: click on link to look at the excerpts] that I managed to gather in less than ten minutes, you should vote for Queen Red :D

YESSSS VOTE FOR QUEEN RED, SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH

Vote for Queen Red TLoS!!! She's a girlboss who married a frog man :D

Cerise:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

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raine raine your ocs raine the radiant rejects I need to know more about them what are their classes I beg

HIII ZEETH!!! I was asleep when you sent this I think but im answering it now <33

Okay so now’s the time to reveal I don’t actually know that much about dnd mechanics. I’ve never actually played it lol, so all my knowledge is from various dnd shows and podcasts I’ve seen over the years

Now with that:

Caleb Rowar - my half-orc guy, he’s basically “the leader” of the group and he’s also a paladin. I don’t think he’s ever thought of himself or self care in the past 3 years

Gray Elaran - high elf, pretentious theatre kid. He’s a bard. There’s no other option there

Annie Hawkins (whose actual name is Marianne. Annie’s a nickname) - human cowgirl. She’s a ranger, and also she does artificing but as a hobby. She’s basically the lesbian you go to during an apocalypse, she definitely has doomsday supplies

Erin Willows - my sweet cowardly half elf boy. He’s a warlock. Now how he got to be a warlock is that his patron used to know his parents and is a weird aunt type figure. He really wishes he just chose wizard classes. He really does

Fern Viruk - littlest goblin guy. Also a barbarian. They’re just a lil guy with a huge fucking mace. Terrifying in fights, bad at talking to people.

Molly Graves - the new girl of the group, her first day was the worst. Firbolg fighter, I haven’t actually decided on her weapon yet. One day

One day I’ll read those dnd handbooks and understand how classes actually work. But until then I’m just having fun here

Also! Fun fact “Radiant Rejects” isn’t even their party name, it’s supposed to be one of those “Say hi Intrepid Heroes” bits (like Magical Misfits or Questing Queens). I’m very emotionally attached to the name tho so it is not changing

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marichat 24 <3

Hi Autumn! Okay, I laughed so much when I looked up what number this was, especially because it was for Marichat

#24 on my Playlist was... She's So Gone from the Lemonade Mouth soundtrack

This Prompt kind of got away from me, and was A LOT longer than I had intended, but I'm not mad about it, also it's kinda crack, just as a warning lol

For context, this prompt takes place right after Weredad, hope you enjoy!

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If You Want Her Back Gotta Let Her Shine

She yanked the brush through her loose midnight tresses, perhaps a little too harshly, as the previous week’s sting rose to the surface.

Marinette winced at the lingering pain in her scalp and met her mirrored gaze with an indignant determination.

The plan was a go. 

Smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on the flared skirt of her scarlet dress, Marinette took a step back to survey her full appearance in the mirror. 

Satisfied with what she saw, Marinette turned on her heel to the exit of her room. It was time to make that cat pay.

It had been barely a week since that fateful day, since a series of misunderstandings had led her to become humiliated and rejected, and in front of her parents, no less. Yes, Chat Noir needed to pay. For you know, being an idiot.

A voice that sounded something like reason, kept reminding her that she wasn’t in love with Chat Noir, that Adrien had her heart. That same voice kept telling and reminding her that Chat Noir had rejected her for her.

But Marinette tuned the voice out. The bitter twist of hurt at his words, I’m sure you’re a great girl, panged her heart and vexed her thoughts far too much for any rationality.

She did not stop to consider, did not pause to think why this bothered her so much, why Chat Noir rejecting her, for someone else still herself was so upsetting.

She merely, calmly (too calmly, according to Tikki) began the process of changing from her usual image and clothing, into something more… striking.

Cataloging in her mind the locations and times of Chat Noir’s usual patrol route, Marinette weaved her way around her parents and out of the bakery, with barely a goodbye.

She did not stop her brisk pace, until she saw him, sitting atop a lamppost just a few blocks from her home, his gaze trained in the opposite direction from her.

She took a moment to collect herself, and then walked down the street in as graceful a walk as was possible for her.

She turned her face in the opposite direction, her mannerisms measured in faux aloofness and unawareness of him. 

In that moment, she was grateful for the light of golden hour, and the stolen gentle breeze in the air, that ruffled her loose hair and made her appearance all the more dramatic. 

“Marinette?”

She had been spotted. 

She tucked away her furtive smirk, and turned herself slowly towards Chat Noir, giving him plenty of time to take in her pretty red dress and carefully applied makeup, and giving him plenty of time to see what he was missing.

“Oh Chat Noir,” She said smoothly. “didn’t see you there.”

Chat Noir leapt down from his post, landing right next to her. 

“Wow, you look nice, not that you don’t always look nice, it’s just um- wow.” Chat Noir shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his neck.

In spite of herself, Marinette felt her cheeks getting warm. NO! This was not part of the plan stupid catboy was not meant to be charmingly smitten, he was supposed to feel regret!

Clearing her throat to steel herself, Marinette fluttered her eyelashes and twirled a piece of her hair coyly.

“Thanks, you’re sweet.”

“Did you make this dress?”

Marinette self-consciously bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Wow, you are so talented, this looks incredible!” 

The warmth in her cheeks blazed in an undoubtable scarlet. A strange, fluttery feeling began to unfurl in her chest.

“Thanks.” She said in a tone breathier than she had ever intended.

Distant, cold! Marinette! You sound like a lovesick Victorian heroine! She berated herself harshly. 

“You know..” Chat Noir drawled bashfully, his hand returning to the back of his neck. “We haven’t really hung out recently. I should be done with patrol soon, do you maybe want to do something together? As friends of course.”

His hastily included addendum, reminded her why she was here and shook her effectively out of her thoughts.

“Afraid not Chat Noir. I’m meeting someone soon, so I won’t be available to meet up.” 

She made sure to keep her voice light and her plans vague.

“Well… tomorrow then?”

“Hmmm…” She hummed in mock-thoughtfulness. “I guess I’ll have to see, I’m pretty busy right now, but maybe sometime soon?” She patted his shoulder playfully and saw his eyes track the movement. 

“Oh um, alright then, sounds like a plan.” Chat Noir said sweetly.

This time, Marinette did not let his tone or words curb her plan.

“See you around, Chat Noir.” She said as she walked off.

Ha! That’ll show him that little ol’ Marinette has moved on and is a brand new person who doesn’t need him to love her!

Still, she couldn’t stop the victory-marring regret from flooding in, after all she really would have liked to hang out with him.

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Distracted | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1k Genre: Angst/Fluff Summary: You loved Jungsu. You did. What you didn't love, though, was the routine you had fallen into with him. What used to be fun, spontaneous date nights and surprise kiss attacks had turned into an almost loveless domestic cycle. Warnings: none <3 A/N: sorry this took me so long to post LOL,,, I got #Rejected from grad school... theyre losers tho, imagine not wanting me at ur school,,, oh well, i applied to another uni which is only 15 mins away so that'll be better anyway. ANYWAYS! Jungsu sad tiem <3

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.” 

“What isn’t fair to you?” He asked, raising his voice a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you, but he wasn’t exactly calm and collected about it all either.

“All of it, Jungsu! This isn’t fun anymore… you used to be so open to doing things with me and now you’re not. I don’t know what changed, but I don’t want to keep doing the same thing anymore.” You counter, exasperated. 

“Why? Isn’t just being with me enough?” He asks, just as hurt as you are.

“No! It’s not! I’m sorry, but it’s not. You don’t even want to go out and do fun things anymore… sitting here listening to you practice piano for hours every night is not my idea of a date night.”

He was quiet, his stoicism fading quickly, being replaced with hot tears. “(Y/N), wait… please.” He said, his voice choked. You shook your head, turning away from him. 

“No, Jungsu, I can’t do this… not tonight. We’ll talk, okay? Just… I think it would be a good idea for you to think about what you really want, not only from me but in life. Really think about it.” You said, seeing the headlights of your friends car brighten as she pulled into the driveway.

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And God, he did. That’s all he could think about. Every waking second, he thought about you, about what he wanted, and what he had potentially lost when you walked out the door. You had avoided his texts for a few days, and it was killing him slowly. Though he had only been once with you, months ago, and sat uninterested the majority of the time, he knew that you frequented a cafe a few streets over from where the two of you shared an apartment, especially during the day when he didn’t want to do anything but practice piano. Sometimes, it felt like he loved the piano more than he loved you. And as his steps echoed off the pavement, he realized that too, which only made him speed up his steps.

His breath hitched when he saw you inside, curled up on a big comfy chair, your legs tucked under you. You looked ethereal, and all you were doing was sitting there reading a book, sipping your drink every now and again. He watched you from outside for maybe a little too long before he finally pushed the door open. You didn’t lift your head, keeping your focus on your book, turning the pages softly with just your thumb. 

He walked over to you cautiously, not wanting to startle you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, your expression soft and welcoming, assuming he was a stranger. When you saw him, though, your expression didn’t change…

“Hey…” He said sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” You asked, more confused than anything. 

“I… uh, I know you like coming here, and I wanted to talk to you. I did what you said.”

You chuckled softly to yourself. “Jesus, don’t say it like that. You make it sound like I asked you to do something crazy and illegal. Come on, let’s go outside.” You said, standing up and gathering your things, taking the lead in guiding him to a table outside. He couldn’t help but laugh too. He missed your sense of humor… your laugh. He missed you. 

The two of you sat down, and you looked at him the same way you always did, with kindness and warmth in your eyes.

“So, you thought, huh?” You said, finally breaking the silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, not for you anyway. 

He nodded, his eyes dropping to focus on the table in front of you. “Yeah… that’s all I could do.” He scoffed, in disbelief at himself. 

“Do you want to tell me about it or did you just come here to tell me that you were thinking?”

“No, no, I just need a minute. This is hard, you know.” He said, chuckling dryly. He loved your no nonsense attitude but damn, was it hard when he was on the receiving end of it. “I miss you.” He finally said.

You listened to his words, nodding softly. “I miss you too.” You admitted. It wasn’t a lie, you did miss him, but you didn’t miss the routine. 

“I thought about what you said about how we don’t do anything new and fun anymore. And I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low and quiet. You hummed softly, acknowledging his apology, but still giving him the space to speak and feel. 

“I want a chance to make it right. Please.” He said, eventually, not being able to take the silence between the two of you anymore. “I know I don’t deserve another one, but I’m asking you. Begging you.”

“Jungsu…” You started. It was a difficult decision. On the one hand, you missed him. A lot. But on the other… how did you know that he would take this chance seriously when he hadn’t taken the other ones seriously?

“Please, (Y/N).” He asked again, his voice breaking. God, you didn’t want him to cry. Anything but that.

You let out a heavy sigh, shutting your eyes, nodding, running your tongue over your teeth. “Okay.” There were a million other words you wanted to say. How this was his last chance. How you would leave forever if it didn’t change. But you couldn’t. All you could say was okay.

His eyes lit up, the tears that had welled in the corners falling freely now. Your heart felt like it shattered, truly. Your own tears fell, silently. You reached over the table, taking his hands in yours. You weren’t sure what would come of this… at the same time, you didn’t really care. You had your Jungsu back. He had you back. And he would fight like hell to never lose you again

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[dollivication]

I always love your answers girl, you shine 💋

You literally put into words what I think

OKAY enough about Nero, We all know here that the pathetic old man needs attention or he dies, just like the fairies!

I love the yandere concept (Pretty obvious lol)

And I can only imagine how Dante's obsession with the reader would begin.

Let's say that reader went to devil my cry to look for information, she has seen strange things on the streets but she doesn't know if it's demon activity or just humans being idiots, so the first thing she does is to walk in and greet Dante who is sitting with his boots up on the desk, and damnnn when he see her attitude and kindness reminds him a lot to his mother and can't help but see if that kindness It could be for him too!

Omfg I like to think that Dante is a pathetic man, he has never been able to distinguish between kindness and flirting, which has brought him many rejections (maybe he's a bit incel because of that??) So he become a little intense when he shows interest in someone and his flirting is more direct, bordering on pure obscenity!

That's why when reader ends up going to Devil May Cry too often believing that between her and Dante there is only a great friendship! I mean, they barely know each other, It's not like this white haired guy has already thought of multiple ways to get her pregnant and start the family he never had! That's to crazy!

And I mean, she's just kind! She's noticed that the only food he eats is fast food! So every now and then she brings some home-cooked food for her friend! It's just simple kindness, dude, You can't imagine her barefoot and pregnant cooking in your kitchen every day!

He's so touched starved that the slightest physical contact gets him going, and despite his weird flirting she's stayed! She's the person who's stayed the longest, that means she likes him enough, that he doesn't need to beg anymore! So he can take her without asking, there's no need to steal panties or used clothes if he can already have the real thing!

Idk I little bit of non-con when he is so delusional that he thinks she's just being shy, like-

"why are you crying and screaming?! You just came in my fingers! Don't be a brat!"

And then force her to return the favor? 🥴

By the way! Good luck to all the anons That are in college! Remember that no subject is worth your mental health, love you all 💋

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I TITTERED AT THE FAIRY BIT.. dante tinkerbell era real??? AND WHEN I SAW NON CON + YANDERE I PERKED UP I CANNOT LIE….; this cooked as always hihi :3

dante mistakes the basic decency of being kind as being romantically interested iwill die on this hill.. you can NOT be kind to dante without him imagining at least 20 scenarios where you’re nice and round with his kids i fear… (＞人＜;)

despite the unbothered demeanor he usually has going on, deep down he misses his mommy and feeling that security she once emitted, so when you provide that same sensation… dante does NOT want to lose it a second time!! you’re just so kindhearted,, don’t you realize how easily you can be taken advantage of?? ur better off w him…….;; !!!! (zont listen to whatever this freak says, hes selfish…)

EXTREMELY DELUSIONAL YES!!! why else would you be so gentle towards him and stick around if you didn’t feel the same way as him?? …because hes ur friend;?? ERRR❌ wrong! not anymore, not ever, and not when hes forcing your head against his shoulder, making you hiccup and sob into the crook of his neck after having forced an orgasm out of you.

surely those tears are tears of joy, right? he’s certain they are! so just shut up and stop telling him that you don’t want to do this!!! you don’t know what ur talking about, he believes, and places his hand over yours onto his cock, forcing it to stroke him >.<! you owe him after he made you cum after all—just behave and show him just how much you love him too <3

canyuguystellimverypassionateaboutyanderedante…;

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dad my love life is weird 😭 sorry that’s a weird way to start but anyhow. i just feel a bit sad because my close friend who i used to have a crush on (i got rejected and i’m okay with being purely platonic!) has been telling me about her crush for months now and now we’re all supposed to go see a movie and i’ll get to meet her for the first time, but my friend thinks her crush’ll get jealous of us because we’re touchy platonically. and she said she wanted me to go but i guess i don’t want to get in their way so i’m thinking of just bailing and leaving them alone, like i’m not that important. and i mean i feel a little left out and maybe a little used. that’s all i wanted to say lol.

i hope your having a good day <3

im sorry that thats happening to you. it does sound like maybe it would be best to leave them to it. its a real shame that you're getting left out tho :(